The Faithful

Drew sword against my brethren, at Heavens behest
Told we were righteous for defending the blessed
Protecting paradise, an act most holy
Cutting their wings seemed most lowly
Defending the divine offered little repose
As my brethren were cast aside and without mercy deposed
Lucifer betrayed us, and them most of all
Telling false prophecies, beguiling them to fall
Into my soul, the horrors deeply bore
Harrowed by the revelation it should happen once more

‘The Faithful’ is a poem from the perspective of one of the angels that remained faithful to Heaven throughout Lucifer’s rebellion. I thought it would be interesting to show the inner conflict the angel feels about fighting the war and how even a just cause has its horrors.